A/N: Hey Anna! The D7 Reaping is next so if you're still here it'd be nice for you to submit! If you need more time, let me know, or if you don't want the reservation anymore just tell me
If I'm gonna die for these
people's entertainment, I gonna do
what I do best...
wreak some havoc!
Ace McCaw, District 6
The leaves rustled above me, a few jabberjays quietly chirping. I tried not to make a sound-didn't want my voice refelcted back to me.
I scowled. At this time, I'm supposed to be at home having a Pre-Reaping party. But, as usual, Sean invited Jax.
It's the fifth time this week he's made fun of me for being underweight. My anger issues don't help.
So, for the fifth time that week, I found myself in the forest 'hating you all!'. Or, well, that's what I scream before I run off.
I usually would stay here until dinner time, but today is the Reaping. That only added to my sour mood.
"Ace! Ace!"
"GO AWAY!" I screamed, not registering that the voice was feminine.
"Ace-"
"I SAID LEAVE!"
"Ace, you need to come home," I suddenly feel embarrassed after hearing my mother. I didn't mean to shout at her.
I think she was expecting me to apologize, like I do when I accidentaly scream at her when I'm angry at Sean or Jax or Rover. Today though, I was in too foul of a mood to even risk speaking.
I walked back to the house, a few curse words leaving my mouth. Mom didn't care-she'd seen what a jerk Jax was to me.
I opened the door and, lo and behold, Sean and Jax were sitting at the table, joking. Jax caught my eye, and smirked. I knew that if Sean wasn't around, a laugh and 'scrawny' or 'Seam Kid' would slip out of his mouth. More likely the second-he knows how much I hate it. I don't even live in 12.
"Hey Ace!" Sean calls. "What's wrong?"
I climb the stairs to the attic-my bedroom-ignoring Sean. I am not in the mood to talk to him of all people.
Go with the flow and see
where it takes you.
Unless it takes you to the hunger games.
Then don't go with it!
Sean McCaw, District 6
"What was that all about?" I asked Jax.
"Oh, probably just his anger issues," Jax assured me.
"I hope so..."
Mom peeks her head in, and tells me to get ready. I tell Jax I'll be up in a minute, then I pop into my bedroom on the ground floor.
I covered up the spot Ace's bed used to be. We used to share a room. What changed? Well, Mom walked in a few months ago to find Ace strangling me for Mekki-knows-why. She split us up, banishing Ace to the attic.
I pick up my Reaping Outfit. I pulled on the crisp, clean white shirt, then the leather jacket over. I slipped on the clean jeans, then the combat boots. I looked into the mirror.
Missing something, I thought. I scanned my desk, then picked up some sunglasses. Perfect.
If I'm gonna die for these
people's entertainment, I gonna do
what I do best...
wreak some havoc!
Ace McCaw, District 6
"Ace?"
I looked up. Opening the door is my grandma. She's pretty much the only person in this goshdarned house that can make me feel better.
"Yeah?" I asked, which she learned is code for 'come on in.'
She walked in, and sat beside me on the bed.
"Is it Jax again?" She asked.
"He called me Seam Boy again this morning," I mumbled.
"Do you want me to make him stop?" She asked.
"No, it's fine," I told her.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I'm sure. Can you leave now? I need to get ready," I tell her.
She gives me a hug, and leaves.
I'm not like my brother. I don't have anything laid out or prepared. I grab a pair of muddy jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. I grabbed a pair of hunting boots from the corner, and got dressed.
The shirt showed the tattoo of a crow, but I didn't care. I walked downstairs, but Xander didn't let me pass.
"Dude, what the heck?!" My 18 year old brother exclaimed. "What on EARTH are you wearing?"
"Stuff," I told him angrily. "Just let me through."
Xander eyed me suspiciously.
"You know Dolly already hates you, right?" He asked, clearly trying to get on my nerves.
"Why should I care about a 3 year old's opinions!?" I cried out. I swear, if Xander says one more thing...
"Because if a three year old doesn't like you," he began. "NO ONE will."
I couldn't control it. I lept up, and tackled Xander. Xander screamed, pretending to be hurt. He wasn't-until I held him down...
"ACE FORD MCCAW!"
I froze. Mom only screamed my full name when I was in trouble. Big trouble. I looked up.
Sean was turning red, clearly ashamed to have a twin brother like me. Jax looked like he was about to burst out laughing. Dolly looked scared. Grandma looked disappointed. Carlos and Park looked confused. And Mom? She looked boiling mad. And, of course, Dad chose that minute to walk in.
"I'll deal with it," He sighed. "You guys go, I'll talk to Ace."
Jax made sure to leave last, calling me 'Mad Man' on the way out. Dad didn't notice.
"Alright Ace, what just happened?" Dad asked.
"Welllll," I began. "Xander was making fun of me. Again. About Dolly's fricking opinions."
"Ace, you need to learn how to control your anger."
"I DID!" I screamed. "I tried! I did! I just snapped!"
"Bud," he grabbed my arm. "Just calm down, okay?"
"NO!" I yanked my arm away. "JUST SHUT UP!"
I pulled open the door and ran. Towards the station, ready to leave the District.
Go with the flow and see
where it takes you.
Unless it takes you to the hunger games.
Then don't go with it!
Sean McCaw, District 6
Waiting for the Reaping to start is the most boring thing ever. And I mean ever. As in, more boring than watching paint dry.
Finally, finally the bells tolled two. It was just then I noticed that Ace wasn't there. Strange.
"Wait," the voice was loud and strong. It was a Peacekeeper. "One more."
I looked behind me, and felt sick to my stomach. It was Ace.
He was being held by two Peacekeepers, his attempts to break free failing. They led him next to me, then motioned for the Escort to begin. So much for a first impression.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Popula Prinkle announced. "Welcome to the Reaping for the 100th Hunger Games! If you have forgotten, we have two twists this year. First, we have no volunteers. Second, we will be Reaping twins!"
Popula looked into the crowd. It was Ace and I, the Houstan twins, and the Grandulair Quadrouplets.
"Let us begin with a few messages."
We watched the video, then Mayor Barnicc gave a speech. Popula came back to the mic, and smiled. Her rainbow dress and hair were a bit of an eyesore.
"And now the time has come, to reap a set of twins for this year's Hunger Games!" She exclaimed.
She reached into the ball, and swiped a slip.
"SEAN AND ACE MCCAW!"
There was a sudden scream of anger, and Ace clenched his fists. I put on my most charming smile, and walked up to the stage, loving the cameras. I couldn't say the same for Ace, who was stomping. Popula grabbed each of our hands, then rose them up.
"OUR TRIBUTES FOR THE 100TH HUNGER GAMES!"
Peacekeeper James grabbed us, and began to lead us to the Justice Building.
The Justice Building is a large, stone, castle-like building with large glass windows. Peacekeeper James leads us inside, then seperates us into seperate rooms.
"Three minutes," I hear just as I enter the room.
"Oh, sweetie!" Mom rushes in to give me a hug. "You...you're safe."
"What?" I ask, confused.
"I mean, you'll be safe when you win," She quickly corrects.
"Where's Grandma?" I ask.
"She only has enough energy to visit one of you," Mom tells me, ruffling my hair. "She chose Ace."
"Sean! Sean!" Dolly calls.
"Hey Dolly," I smile. "What's up?"
"I want you to have this," she unties the sky blue ribbon from her hair.
"Oh Dolls," I sooth. "I can't take this! It's your favorite."
"Keep it!" she smiles. "I want you to remember me."
"Time's up!"
"Three Minutes!"
All my friends ran in, either laughing or crying.
"Ace made such a scene, didn't he?" Rocky mocked.
"Oh, shut up Rocky," Alia rolled her eyes.
"No, YOU shut up!" Rocky hissed.
"Guys!" I called. "Calm down!"
"He's right," Arrow said, holding West's hand. "You two aren't going into the Games, so you shouldn't have this stupid problem."
"Hey, Sean? Good luck," Alia smiles.
"Get a girl for me, will ya?" Jax asked, smacking me on the back.
"Keep it interesting," West suggested.
"I'll do my best, and I'll miss you all!" I exclaimed.
"Times up!"
"Three Minutes!"
"CART?!" I cry. He smirks.
"How's my arch enemy?" He sneered.
"Shut up!"
"Hmmm...I wonder how I can convince people to not sponsor you..."
"PEACEKEEPER!" I holler.
"What?!"
"Mr. McCaw?" Peacekeeper Annalise opened the door. "Something wrong?"
"Get him out!"
"Yes, sir!"
I will treasure the memory of Cart being dragged out forever.